I’m just left Victoria British Columbia, if you don’t know where
that is just got to Canada and keep heading west until you hit a
concentration of hippies and marijuana smoke. They are great people
though and the non lice ridden, showering version of the tie dyed
culture. It’s a very friendly Island, full of beautiful women and bunny
rabbits. They must have one million rabbits in that town; but when in
these numbers they are not so cute more just a fluffier versions of
rats. Perhaps if you were so bold, you could call them hippie rats.

The hotel I was staying at was filled with 15 year old girls. The
receptionist informed me there was some sporting event in town. So I
heard nothing but the sounds of giggles and the latest dating gossip
spilling into my room from the hallway. I don’t know what kind of drug
young teenage girls are on but they laugh like a stoned Woody Wood
Pecker watching a Cheech and Chong movie.It made me want to hang myself
with some skipping rope.

"Give us a couple of minutes. Were going to make a million more of us."